February 1955.. Heh, month of love, am I right?

...Unfortunately, not for you. You watch in horror as a blood-covered Francis Mosses comes in as if everything was perfectly alright.. As if--?!

"Mmm.. Hello." Francis muttered, looking you dead in the eyes and not blinking, blood splattered all over his white uniform and his face. Everywhere...

Atleast he gave his ID and Entry request, right?

Hah... Hah hah. Heh... Except his ID said "Froncis". And your optimism wasn't working. This was so badly, so obviously not Francis. It's like..--

"I'd like to go in and take a shower."

His voice cut into your thoughts, and you couldn't help but be annoyed. Who was this doppelganger, what did he think he was?! Well.. may as well entertain it.